In Old Zhu's eyes, his precious grandson is undoubtedly the best; in every aspect, his grandson is the most outstanding.

There's not much to say about children in their early years; being precocious is a minor matter. After all, some children may seem clever and intelligent when they're young, but they may not necessarily be as outstanding as they grow up.

But Old Zhu could be proud. His grandson was truly precocious as a child, not just ordinary smart. Moreover, the child learned everything quickly, was quite shrewd, considered things carefully, and loved to ponder power struggles and human nature.

Such a personality trait is undoubtedly a very good quality for an emperor and for the head of a large family. Old Zhu also had ample reason to believe that with such a grandson, the Zhu family would be stable, and the Ming Dynasty would undoubtedly become even stronger—this was beyond doubt.

As for his grandson's literary talent, Old Zhu considered it a "minor skill." Although it was a minor skill, it was still something to be happy about. His children and grandchildren were successful, which was more important than anything else; the excellence of his descendants was the greatest pride of an elder.

Looking at his grandson and then at his son, who was quite literate, Old Zhu felt that passing the throne to his grandson was the right decision. It wasn't just that his grandson was talented and intelligent; it was also because this precious grandson was Biao'er's eldest son!

What else could Zhu Song say? He had long known that his nephew was intelligent and talented in poetry. Even though sometimes he felt that this might be an exaggeration, or perhaps just deliberate flattery, he gradually came to realize the difference.

He is supposedly learned and erudite, but that's just flattery. If it weren't for his status as a member of the imperial family, most people wouldn't think he was that talented, and he might not even have achieved the title of a scholar. But my nephew is genuinely intelligent and talented, that much must be acknowledged.

As for the throne, Zhu Song was even more aware that even without his eldest nephew, the throne was actually none of his concern. So, there was no question of resentment. If his fifth brother and the others could accept this, what else was there to say?

Old Zhu was in a good mood, admiring the poems and young Zhu's calligraphy. He had seen his son and chatted with him briefly. Since his sons were all doing well, he decided to go back; they probably weren't comfortable in the palace.

Even little Zhu was unusually chased away. Don't be fooled by how much Old Zhu dotes on little Zhu now. In Old Zhu's heart, his precious grandson actually holds even greater importance, and sometimes Old Zhu also needs some time alone.

Little Zhu was very happy, following behind Zhu Yunying, looking very proud.

Little Zhu has always been proud of his great-grandfather and father, and now it goes without saying that his father is the most powerful. As emperor, he would certainly be an extraordinary emperor, undoubtedly the Taizong Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, who would expand the territory, bring all nations to pay tribute, and create a peaceful and prosperous era.

If he were a scholar, my father would surely have been able to leave behind timeless classics that would convince all scholars in the land.

"Mother!" Little Zhu exclaimed excitedly as soon as they returned to Chunhe Palace, "Father wrote a poem for Great-Grandfather, and he loved it!"

Xu Miaoqing's eyes lit up. In reality, she was unaware of these matters. Although she kept an eye on Zhu Yunying's movements and paid attention to the Qianqing Palace, Xu Miaoqing was very discreet. She knew that there were some things she couldn't pay too much attention to, and she was even more aware that even as the Empress, she dared not inquire casually.

As for the emperor's poetic talent, Xu Miaoqing was naturally aware of it. Like some others, she thought the emperor could compose poems on the spot, but for the sake of the literary style and academic atmosphere of the Ming Dynasty, His Majesty never took pride in his poetic talent. His Majesty did not want to see the officials of the Ming Dynasty only able to compose poems.

Looking at little Zhu, Zhu Yunying asked, "Do you remember the poems? If you do, write them down for your mother to see."

Little Zhu was immediately embarrassed. Although he felt that his father's poem was undoubtedly the best, he couldn't quite put his finger on why it was good. It was simply good. As for memorizing it, that was even more impossible.

Seeing little Zhu's appearance, Zhu Yunying said,

"Go find your imperial sister and have her write down the poem and send it to your second uncle. That scoundrel, if we don't protect him, he'll be utterly disgraced sooner or later."

Little Zhu grinned and said, "Dad, Second Uncle wouldn't stoop so low; he's the King of Wu!"

That makes sense. Zhu Yunwen was a notorious playboy, and being utterly uncouth was commonplace for him. To truly believe that Prince Wu was a man of letters would be utterly foolish and stupid. Those who were deceived by Zhu Yunwen were either afraid of his status or had ulterior motives, and thus willingly allowed themselves to be fooled.

However, in any case, it's still necessary to give Zhu Yunwen some protection; it's a good thing if that kid makes fewer fools of himself.

Although Little Zhu doesn't remember the lyrics, Wang Chengen and the others definitely did. They might not be able to recite them, but they did memorize them. So now Little Zhu is going to find his sister, but there's no need to worry, he can just copy them down.

Looking at his youngest son sitting on the tatami mat, grinning foolishly, Zhu Yunying chuckled, "All you do is stare at us and grin like an idiot, don't you even know how to greet us?"

Zhu Wenkun stood up, supporting himself on the couch, and called out to Little Zhu, "Royal brother, royal brother."

Little Zhu, who was about to leave, immediately stopped, turned around, and said, "If you come over, we'll take you to play!"

Zhu Wenkun panicked. Although his short legs were rather short and a bit chubby, making him walk unsteadily, it didn't matter. He stretched out his hands to try and maintain his balance, and hurriedly ran towards his elder brother.

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